man gets tired spirit don't man surrenders spirit won't man crawls spirit flies spirit lives when man dies
man seems spirit is man dreams spirit lives man is tethered spirit is free what spirit is man can be
now we tread the fresh fields, the higher grounds and the summer slopes that man may someday climb on now we tread the fresh fields the higher ground and the summer slopes that man may someday climb on we're on the heels of Rimbaud we are in the swing chandelier-like dancing and we feel everything high on the wine of life high on the wine of life untethered and free untethered and free what spirit is man can be